Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“I don’t need your help.”
I was saying things I knew I didn’t mean. As he leaned in close again, his lips landed on my neck. He sucked slow kisses along my sensitive skin there, unraveling me, bit by bit.
His mouth felt impossibly hot. Was he trying to torture me?
Was this some new method of fucking with me? Kissing me and tormenting me sexually rather than just fighting me like he normally did?
When he looked at me again, it seemed like he was staring straight through me into my soul.
“Think you can say it to me again after drinking a few margaritas, like you did the other night?”
I shifted underneath him and then he pinned me right back down.
“Give me a break,” I said.
“Or how about after some margaritas,” Finn continued, “and some tears, and kissing me at the bar like I’m your guardian angel?”
A flash of anger flared up in my chest.
“You kissed me, jackass, and it was only because of your savior complex.”
“Or because I felt like it, which is apparently a concept you can’t understand,” Finn said. A second later he claimed my mouth with his again. His tongue came out against mine, and he leaned forward so that my cock rutted up against his thigh.
Goddamnit, he was good with my body.
Every move he made turned me on a little more, like he was coaxing me into a hypnotic trance.
“Finn,” I said in a low voice.
“I know I’m not your type,” he said. “But I fucking want you. Purely physical.”
“Shut up.”
How could it be true?
His gaze traveled up and down my body, and I’d never felt so naked in front of him. I was totally clothed and felt like he was seeing every inch of me.
He liked what he saw?
Finn could be attracted to me?
“I know you like a hate fuck,” he challenged me. “You’ve told me all about how much you like a hate fuck.”
My cock jumped.
I did enjoy a hate fuck, or at least a hookup with someone who I didn’t exactly get along with. I always knew there would be zero strings attached.
But what I had with Finn was pretty different from that.
I met his eyes, feeling more and more like I was in some sort of trance. “I don’t hate you, and you know it.”
Finn groaned, moving to kiss against my neck again.
He was dismantling me. With every touch I felt like I got more pissed off and more turned on, all swirling inside me and threatening to make me boil over.
Finn was fucking crazy, to be sure.
But if he was going to push and push and push… I was going to push back.
“You don’t need me,” he murmured in his drunken drawl. “You don’t need anyone. I get it. But maybe I want to suck you off—”
“Then maybe quit talking about it and get on your knees.”
I may as well have shattered a glass in the room.
For a second I thought I’d gone too far.
I wished I could shove the words back in. He’d been pushing me all night, and the fact was that I liked being pushed. But was it too much?
Finn didn’t miss a beat, though.
He was on his knees in front of the bay window seat a moment later, looking up at me with the big, hazel eyes I’d known forever.
“Bet,” he said, reaching for the button on my pants.
10
FINN
Purely physical.
Good thing I’m damn good at that.
I felt like I’d just won a prize.
No doubt my fingers were shaking, just a little, as I undid Ori’s zipper. But it was pure anticipation. No hesitation, whatsoever.
I was tired of hesitating. All the time, for all of my life.
Ori was going to get it. He was mouthy, hard to get, and stubborn as all hell, and I loved every goddamn part of it. Seeing him here on the bay window, pushed down, eyes blown wide, only made me more sure of that. The liquor in my system just gave me the go-ahead to do exactly what I wanted—to be more direct and completely fucking shameless.
“Tell me you want it,” I told Ori as I slid his pants downward, revealing his soft, black boxer briefs, and good God, why did that turn me on so much?
Could we have been doing this all along? Was this option available to us, and I’d just been too stupid to try?
“Already told you,” he said.
I ran my palm over the cotton, feeling the outline of his cock more closely than ever.
“Yeah, and I want you to tell me again,” I murmured, giving his cock a little squeeze.
“For fuck’s sake, Finn,” Ori said, brushing aside a lock of his hair as he looked down at me. “Fine. I want you to suck my cock. Really badly.”
I knew how hard that must have been for him to admit, and that only made it more important to me. He still thought I was a timid straight guy, but I was tired of questioning why I wanted some of the things I did.